in my mindthe stars runwest of north scatteredyetaligned I see themas an arrowpointing me the universe andI can fly ~ there is lightwaitingat the endof all dark spaces a destinationif we knowor ifwe just travel endis endandthereis thereandI am here relatively speaking Iam all of those ~ beyond the starsare there yet morestars at what … Continue reading west of north: I (arrow)
Stars
absorbed (unthinking)
a diminished moon is burning in the light of an invisible sun there are no stars about no twinkle lights the reflected heat perhaps has driven them deeper soft gold like a glow from the inside heart warmed from so far away where the sun shines on some hemisphere some distant hemisphere not thinking of … Continue reading absorbed (unthinking)
and me
moon and me we walk the night I stay close beside her moon and me alone she and I the darkness moon and me it's been that way for all ... all the time that ever was ~
Sticks – Talking/Walking #08: faithfully at stars
your faithful hound I point that way that way the game we seek the stars that way I point for you ~
into life
he watched the stars as one by one they twinkled into his life again ~
rearranging
stars wheel he stirs then wakes yawning he raises his arms to stretch accidentally displaces a blue sends it slowly rotating away on a new course on which lies another a red their collision flares the darkness momentarily for an endless time he looks at the new arrangements the patterns reaches out a hand to … Continue reading rearranging
switched low
a shiny sequin sky is constellating random forms and patterns to look like this or seem like that and gleam like join-the-dot pinpoints in a smile that lights to it’s own terms when the moon is on sojourn to a different where or sleeping off a late night indulged maybe on ill advice while here … Continue reading switched low
pinpointed
I dreamed a constellation in my head I arranged each pin of brightness just so the horse the wolf the shape that matches the outline of my heart with every beat a new frieze arisen and I dreamed that I contained all the things they were no need for me to gaze up to the … Continue reading pinpointed
my place in nothing
and how could I not worship when I turn my face towards the sky there are stars there designed to overfill my head with an idea of what small is and my place within the scheme and I know I am nothing but who else is there to gaze wide open to the colours within … Continue reading my place in nothing
of southern lights
A Poem a Day in October 2016: #24 oh oh my southern lights no moon tonight to dull them I see the solid inking flow like licorice and the oil of lightless dark yet there Jupiter a pin planet call of glister shone low like the gleam of hope for a slow redemption night beats the … Continue reading of southern lights